Arose from the bowels of Holocaust
Deceit serrated t'belt the buoyance of war hailed call
Hail thee to hall, to avenge thy brother
Impelled mysteries of destiny reigned the doom of insuperiority o'er wary world
The heathen hath halt the assault o'er imperious arms
Armed with salt and thy brother's head and heart
Strangers decree and massacre of superiority lesserly spake this tidal turn
And chant the overture of impartial time
Dearest friend, O fiend of brotherly arm
Spickle saline hath mock the imperious heart
Chaste t'torn t'merely marr this parting passage
Risen from the bowels to face the decaying mortal vantage
Toucan You Can
You can be so easily pleased:
You’re not allowed in public anymore.
You can be so easily pleased:
You aren’t even allowed to say that.
You can be so easily pleased:
You're the one they’re looking for.
You can be so easily pleased:
Mee mee marr mah Shaw shahhhh…
(That’s EZ.)
OW!
-Gray Squirrel
01-21-2025
we three ducks of California are
traveling down to Big McDarr
with our surf boards, and our car
singing and laughing with a hardy har har
loving our life, sang out brother named Czar
No one can stop us! Sang the little one, Marr.
No one can outsing us! sang out big brother Tzar.
We three ducks of California are…..
Quiet your body quiet your thoughts and enter the blue door of heaven
regress to a place where you once began with Faith at your side
Childlike laughter bubbles out of you as you remember
the simple pleasures of inhaling a flower and tasting bread
Run your fingers through the flowers of the fields
touch their purple color emblem, and retrieve yourself.
(Take a deep breath in , hold your breath and breathe out)
Listen to the silence that strokes your ears with kind
lose yourself in the moment of deep pleasure that comes
from the knowing..
Knowing that you are perfectly created, and nothing on this earth
can marr your vision when you are simply breathing...
Leave behind the noises of the day and walk into the soft
gurgles of a soothing river , where only birds and crickets live.
(Take a deep breath in , hold your breath and breathe out)
Bitter cold day
Go out, no way
Sky as grey as can be
Snow forecast in March
Might have more time for art
O know here it comes
Sky, air full of flakes
Laying fast colour gone
snow is all it takes
Everything slows to a stop
Nature’s rest is it’s crop
Brings us all self awareness
Reflecting on life’s daily senseless
It’s laid so thick now what can I do
Think of this a time to renew.
No work today the world has stopped
Big banks and bosses bonuses are chopped.
It’s still snowing, flakes are big
Thoughts of food in the store
Could last a week or even more
TV goes off, lights too
Power cut as well, poo poo
Thoughts of were the candles are
Best result no more Andrew Marr
Forecast better for tomorrow
Looking out oin the morning
Snow going fast without warning
Rain back with vengeance
Thoughts of snow gone
Demand the suns attendance
Remembering how it shone
In our neighborhood, moved a hermetic man named Nit who was gross, unseemly, and unbearable,
The neighbors sent me to see if I could muster up something about him that was care-able.
I sat down on his blue flowered chair-able putting my feet on his hassock, which was quite terrible.
After getting to know him, I suggested a shower, a shave, and a chin that was less hair-able.
Then I helped him select some clean clothes that were handy, free, and quite wearable.
I paraded him down the sidewalk to speak with the neighbors, in particular, a woman named Arable.
They were both 29, never married, loved kittens, and began to think of each other as Marr-able.
They now have two unkempt children, and seventy-four unspayed kittens which makes the neighborhood terrible.
FIRE OPERATIE. (operatie is Dutch word for operation in English)
F ine matter in combustion with oxygen too luculent,
I ncandescent fire's poise flares up its ligament.
R esourceful if used with a well crafted stroke,
E nds up in its originality into a smoke.
Barbeque pomfret dances on the hot grill plate,
Fella operant is harum scarum,focus drifts to marr,
Fish a dish untowardly gets blackish straight,
Penchant of the palate now becomes a scar.
Water cycle disturbed,soil has furious fire,
Ex improviso calamities,lava,firestorms dig deep,
Diseases new to skin pop up,scorching rays conspire,
Greed of us if controlled,time again will reap.
Flambeau flickers soothing fire,inner heart purges,
So many wants wanted,this is what one urges.
Contest:Elements Part 4.
Sponsor:Brian Davey.
01/05/2016
Yesterday, on the 20th of March 2016 on the BBC,
On The Andrew Marr Show about politics weekly,
I did see Ian Duncan-Smith, government member,
Say something that upset me, I do remember.
“I am not morality, I leave that to church men.”
But can't anyone decide what makes you a christian?
I understand evolution, and that gives me values,
Sets standards and boundaries for thanks and dues.
Silver’s scars
The evil little lad that creeps
About while others soundly sleep,
With a key he scratches many cars,
He hates the stranger owners, ha ha.
Cos they have much more than him!
My silver ute, she bears the scars,
Of screwdriver,
scratches are,
The prettier they really want to marr,
Cos it's anger they can bring,
Of course I have been in his place,
Was tempted sometimes to deface,
Jealous kind of thoughts erase,
But I’m no dingaling?
Most never had the dollars, gosh,
To strut around and be so posh,
Us poor, had things without the gloss,
Does life bring on the whinging:)
Don Johnson 8-jul-11
Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.
Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.
We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.
Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
The first son inherited by right
The second,off with his king to fight;
Ab third in a rectory might dwell
The youngest was to marr well..
Family coffers...more to swell.
(This is what the Lisa Marr song "In California" would have sounded like if she was
brought up in Scotland)
In Caledonia, I'm dealing blow
In all the places we used to go
Just a phone call away
I'll send drugs on the way
It's my career now
Waking to the sound of police alarms
I remember your face when a grass dropped me in it
Said you were finished with me, your heart wasn't in it
Then you walked right away
Now there's nothing to say
As my life slips by, disconnected
In the land where the sun never shines
Living alone, junkies are laughing at me
Just a fool peddling misery
For people who shiver endlessly
Another overdose in the high rise
The Grim Reaper he smiles and smiles
In the same old town he's bled dry
One more junkie one more time
Always someone left to die
Take a walk on up the brae
Try to wash the pain away
They tell me Scotland's beautiful in its pain
Always raw
And always mending
from the constant
Break and bending
I go to far
I go to deep
The wounds so fresh
Its hard to sleep
These scars aren't new
their just revived
Must slice in deep
to feel alive
My skin, so pale
from lack of life
These lines, so red
from blade and knife
Ironic it seems
how this keeps me sane
Must marr my own flesh
To kill all my pain.